Colt By Simone Elise Pdf Novels & Stories

Goosebumps erupted everywhere as the sparks danced between us, stronger than ever. Colton joined us, his shirtsleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone on his dress shirt. My mouth watered at the sight of his tattooed chest peeking out. Clay lowered the top of my dress to sit around my waist, freeing my tits. He and Colt each cupped one, weighing the heavy flesh in their hands and groaning appreciatively.

‎I stepped back. ‎“I swear, don’t test me.” ‎“I’m not. Do you think I would waste my time here, playing house if I think you would pull the trigger?" ‎He folded his arms across his chest, unbothered. "You wouldn't do that to yourself. That's why I am extending a helpful hand." "You don't know me personally to do this. What's the catch?" He exhaled, sinking his hands in his coat. "Don't come any closer or I'll fucking shoot!"

Alina smile shyly and to divert the topic she asked him "Colt when are we going on a trip" Colt smirked at her and hold her face in the palm of his hands. "Whenever you want my love. I am always at your service". he said while looking deep into her eyes. his eyes were alluring which melts Alina. "I will talk with grandma and let you know". She replied while stealing her gaze from his hypnotizing gaze. She tried to watch the movie to control her stormy emotions, which triggers his lovely touch. He looked at the shy expressions on her face. he got the clue, that she is controlling her urges. He holds her hands and pulls her closer. She looked at Colt with a confused expression.

Beta Eric pov. I hate that Colt forced me to come here. Even the team knows why he didn’t come. That it in fact didn’t have to do with business. He doesn’t want the she-wolves in this pack to throw themselves at him. I can’t say I don’t blame him. Ever since his mate died years ago. She-wolves have been after him and the power that comes with being his mate. They have even tried potions to make him think they are his second chance mate. Luckily his smart. He always has a white witch to check the bond’s legitimacy. Otherwise we would have ended up with a power hungry queen.

Her lips were a deep, blood-red. She shut the door behind her with a soft thud and leaned against it. “Hello, handsome.” Colt’s face hardened instantly. The warmth in his chest faded, replaced by a cold, vibrating rage. “What the hell are you doing here, Corinne?” His voice didn't just speak; it thundered, shaking the glass awards on his shelf. A slow, wicked smirk curled her red lips. She didn't look even slightly intimidated. “So, you can finally tell the difference between us,” she mused, tilting her head. “Congratulations, Colt. You’re learning.”

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He loves our child that is still unborn, and I love that about him more. His mother is of great beauty. She always loves the smoothies and other drinks that I serve to her. We become immediately BFFs like little girls say. Colt was with us since I wanted him to be. I met his best girl-friend named Elise. A black-haired woman, slim and taller and taller with heels. She's a very eye-catching woman because of that beauty of hers. She helped me with a lot of fashion. Her taste in fashion was very much extraordinary. From head to toe, from hair to face and from every bead on the dress. She chooses a long back gown and a little veil for me.

“Eating dirt’s part of it. But today we do it right. C’mere.” His big hand settled on my lower back as he guided me to the mounting block. Even that innocent touch sent a strange spark up my spine. At fifty-one, Colt moved like a man who owned every inch of this land muscles flexing under his worn denim shirt, scars peeking from the collar where a bull had once tossed him, he’d mentioned over coffee. “Left foot in the stirrup,” he instructed, voice dropping lower as I swung up. “Now ease on. Back straight. That’s it.”

Are you kidding me? “You’re perfect with or without ink.” I gulped to see him completely naked. He was magnificent, better than any male model I’d seen in the magazines. And this one in front of me was real. No makeup. No Photoshop. No lights. In raw and flesh—a living male model in a post-apocalyptic world. Colt was ripped in every angle my eyes could see. Kneeling down between my thighs, he spread them. “You’re beautiful, twig. So beautiful that I had to stand there for a minute and watched you naked in my bed and at the same thinking why did I deserve you.” He caressed my cheeks with his callous thumbs.

His rough hands skimmed across the flimsy material of her one piece bikini causing tingles on her skin and nipples. Elise groaned and allowed her hands to roam around his bare chest and shoulders. She was not prepared for what he did as Carl tore through the material and blew a hot breath on one nipple before lowering his mouth to suck it and tingles of electricity shot from there to her spine to her clit. She gasped at him, and tried to remove his head because of the intense sensation she was feeling.